The electronic lights never turned off. Or even flickered.
Every second was the same, artificial light. It was impossible to judge the
passing of time, she didn’t eat. A pipe fed her fluid directly into her stomach
via her nose, while similar pipes took her waste. She spent most of her time
barely conscious, her body strung up in a web of wires and chains.
The construction was designed to enhance her mystic ability
to project. While part of the web, she could project her consciousness from her
body, into various dimensions and hellscapes. Isolated, alone, she found herself
half-dreaming, half-projecting through dimensions unknown.
Willow heard the door to the room open, and she drifted back
to lucidity. A lithe, thin female slid into the room. Willow sighed, she knew
who it was from the way she was dressed – red Mary Jane shoes; knee-high white
socks; a short, pleated school dress, and a torn white school tops, exposing
her flat stomach and under boob. It was Darla… Xander’s “bond” and lap dog. She
moved her eyes away from Darla to the man walking behind her.
Dressed in leather boots, pants and a white cotton
wife-beater top, Xander looked different from their time at Sunnydale high. He
walked with confidence, and assured arrogance. “Sit” he ordered, his vampiric bond
fell has his feet. His hand caressed her cheek, as she pressed her head into
his side.
“Willow. The council need your guidance again. It seems the Council
wanted to summon a few… succubi for their annual dinner, yet none were called.
I need you to tell me why.”
She nodded, and closed her eyes – willing herself to visit
the succubus’ home dimension. Suddenly she screamed.
She turned to her inquisitor. “Xander, they’re dead. They’re
all dead. I saw their bodies. I was horrible – torn, cut, blood everywhere. I don’t
understand. Nothing could have done this. Its wrong.”
“I see. It seems I will need further consultation with the Council
to decide on our further actions.”
“But this is wrong. Everything is wrong. Can’t you feel it?”
“Enough Willow.” He said, raising his hand.
“No this is wrong. I know this reality; this dimension is
wrong. I’ve visited the real one so many times in my dreams. We used to be friends.
We used to laugh. And now… everything is corrupt, evil. For all I know, the
Council slaughtered the succubi. They’ve done worse and…”
He hit her hard, making her head jerk back sharply, and she
tested the metallic tang of her own blood.
“Don’t you ever talk about the Council like that again! I’ll
tell you what’s wrong!” he snarled. “What’s wrong is being ignored or bullied.
What’s wrong is having to make yourself into the class clown, and hope goofing
off about yourself stops you being punched in the face!
“This is right Willow.” He continued, stroking the crouching
Darla’s hair. “I always knew I was better than those jerks and jocks at School.
I knew I deserved more. Deserved respect.” He pulled on Darla’s hair making her
look him in the eye. Her cunny twitched and moistened at his rough authority. “Isn’t
that right, slut?”
Darla ran her hand over her master’s thigh and groin,
hooking her fingers under his belt. “Yes Master” she almost purred, her head
pressing into his waist. She could smell the unmistakable musk of his arousal,
and her mouth watered.
“You see, Willow, the Council saw the real me, saw who I
really was. They didn’t mock. I belong here. This is right.” He looked away. “One
day you’ll understand. This is for the best. For all of us. Darla… make sure
next time she shows me the proper respect.”
She pouted, she needed his cum, and that stuck up little
witch had spoilt the moment. She hissed, her face morphing into her vampire
aspect. “Yes, Master Harris.”
She waited until the door slammed shut, before turning to Willow.
“You may think I’m Master Harris’ little ‘lap dog’, but… the bonding hasn’t
changed me that much.” Her nails morphed
into claws. “and I get so little change to let the old me out to play…”